Glorious Datsuns!!!
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Better story:
Around the time I was driving the 210, my looks had changed. Hair dyed white as the clouds, nothing but thrift store clothes, skate shoes, etc. All the authority at my school thought I did drugs and sold drugs, I just knew it.
I did nothing of the sort.We had drug dogs too starting in 94, and in September 1995, a vice principal came up to my Multimedia class and said, "Michael, I think we have a problem. The drug dogs hit on your car."
So we go out there, and all it was was a silly little Tylenol cold pill.
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Now...The outcome could have been much much better if something from the summer had merged with the dog sniffing something in my car:I was driving to work one afternoon and was looking for a something in the glove box. Lifted some papers up and damned if there isn't a fried chicken breast in there! LOL!
A fried had put it there, no telling how long it was there.
But when the drug dog sniffed out my car a few months later, I remember wishing I had never found that piece of chicken, so I could make it look like THAT was what the dog had sniffed.
How awesome would that have been !!!!I've got an even better story this evening, just you wait.